What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempé or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed For ever piping songs for ever new; Who are these coming to the sacrifice ? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Why thou art desolate, can e'er return. O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe 2360 13 THE TROSACHS There's not a nook within this solemn Pass, Taught by his summer spent, his autumn gone, Wither'd at eve. From scenes of art which chase That thought away, turn, and with watchful eyes Rocks, rivers, and smooth lakes more clear than glass Untouch'd, unbreathed upon :-Thrice happy quest, The pensive warbler of the ruddy breast W. Wordsworth The poems "How delicious is the winning," Rarely, rarely, comest thou," "A widow bird sate mourning for her Love," and "Life of Life! Thy lips enkindle" have been removed from the "Golden Treasury" in the New Edition. In the eighth stanza of Wordsworth's Ode the missing line has been supplied : "On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find; APPENDIX. A THE following account is taken from a volume of Reminiscences of Writers, published by Charles and Mary Cowden Clarke A beautiful copy of the folio edition of Chapman's Translation of Homer had been lent me. It was the property of Mr. Alsager, the gentleman who for years had contributed no small share of celebrity to the great reputation of the Times newspaper by the masterly manner in which he conducted the money-market department of that journal. Upon my first introduction to Mr. Alsager he lived opposite to Horse-monger Lane Prison, and upon Mr. Leigh Hunt being sentenced for the libel, his first day's dinner was sent over by Mr. Alsager. Well, then, we were put in possession of the Homer of Chapman and to work we went, turning to some of the 'famousest' passages as we had scrappily known them in Pope's version. There was, for instance, that perfect scene of the conversation on Troy wall of the old Senators with Helen, who is pointing out to them the several Greek captains, with the Senator Antenor's vivid portrait of an orator in Ulysses. One scene I could not fail to introduce to him-the shipwreck of Ulysses, in the fifth book of the Odysseis,' and I had the reward of one of his delighted stares, upon reading the following lines : Then forth he came, his both knees falt'ring, both |